Daily WHAT IF HE’S WRITTEN MINE ON MY UPPER THIGH ONLY IN MY MIIIIND ONE SLIP AND FALLING BACK INTO THE HEDGE MAXE OH WHAT WAY TO DIEEEEEE I KEEP RECALLING THINGS WE NEVER DID MESSY TOP LIP KISS HOW I LONG FOR OUR TRYSTS WITHOUT EVER TOUCHING HIS SKIN HOW CQJ I BE GUILTY AS SIN???????????????
Haunted every day by the fact that there isn’t enough time in a lifetime to read every book & learn every language & travel every city & take up every hobby & dig into every subject & be 78 different occupations at once. How will a girl like me ever deal
really strange how you can be almost at peace with something that happened to you but it will continue to be a defining moment of your life for the rest of your life. you wont think about it much anymore but in a conversation about a film someone will mention the year it was released and you’ll think to yourself, “that was before it happened” and you’ll see an old photo and think how strange it is to have existed before it happened and somehow it’s like living a life in two acts